Even after kicking it NOTHING HAPPENED! 

I moved to walk off only to discover to discover something shocking.

There was a Martian in it!

Just kidding, it was in fact just stuck to my foot, which in my eyes was strange enough for ce-le-braa-tion!!

Filled with joy I let out a loud yell and ran back up the beach, well not quite running but doing a strange limping-hopping-jumping type motion as there was a rock stuck to my foot after all, but I cheered all the way.

Distracted by my euphoria at discovering the slightest of oddities, I failed to not the tendrils creeping up from the rock that were slowly fusing into my left foot. 

Of course I'm not some dense, moronic protagonist (we shall see) so I eventually noticed my left foot was feeling a bit strange and the rock "stuck" to my foot was feeling aaaa littttle biiittt lighter than before, causing me to look down. Honestly I'd say I handled that pretty well. So what ifmy screams were reported in China, does it really matter if I still bear bruises from running into that tree these are just small things. Right?

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After my "small" reaction, I looked carefully at the now shrunken Sky Rock and saw that my left foot seemed to have somehow absorbed most of it and that the last few tendrils were flying into my shin. How you ask? Don't ask me. I was merely doing my duty as a closet otaku and hoping like hell for superpowers. I mean really if YOU were in the same situation we both know you would do the same thing. After several minutes of serious, intense, waiting (squinting and and wishing on all visible stars in the night sky above me) the rock finally finished soaking in to my foot. 

Okay let's just stop for a minute and think about this. Of all the places a super-magical(hopefully), rainbow(black), unicorn(meteor) could be absorbed into it was my trusty, left foot?!

Come on! I mean, couldn't it stick somewhere cool like my right leg or right arm I mean I feel like it didn't make the "right" decision.

For making a pun in such a serious situation(at least it should have been) you have been awarded the Achievement "Dat's Real Punny" and the Title "Prankster."

Okay, the meteor o' tendrils was one thing but glowing panels. Really?!

As in really awesome!! Now all I need is a unbeatable sword and I'm set...

Nothing. Damn, well at least I tried, damned Murphy gets me every time.

So with that happy thought in mind, a black foot(meteor) and a black eye(tree) I grabbed my stuff and set off for home.